The flesh of foul
…reasonably rots on roosters
Even cowardly cobras
…backed into corners
…bare their fangs and bite
…a fight to live
Al needed to be Bashed to Heed
…fair enough

Isn’t it a pure waste
…if stinking soup is washed off feeding bowls
…and its remains still stay in mothering public pots?
Isn’t it odd for blood to succeed watery rots
…in high basins
…carried by crying hands
…and kept by praying hopes?
So why the chaos?

Why is a Janjaweed clone
…juggling genocide
…where freedom, justice and peace call?
Why are bombs and bullets breaking bests,
…buying bets
…and building banishable barnacles
…in blossoming barns?
Why are the voices of Alaa Salah
…and her great others
…thrown to unwanted winds?
Why are wishes of wearied wombs and empty stomachs
…neglected in a demonstrating Ramadan?
Why plant hopelessness in the sky of hope
…forcing the latter to be lightning
…which accompanied a passing thunder?
Oh why?

As the bereaved brave back tears to breathe
As frantic eyes turn eagles
…in search of their lost,
As needs force cues in diverse hues,
As aggrieved ghosts shout from Darfur,
…South Kodofan
…right to the Nile,
As the hurt wince in emotions
…physical and psychological
…from Buri
…and many sore parts of the Sudan body
Be no beastial barricades
Oh transitioners!

Please look
…through the eyes of your guns
…to see the heart of artists on walls of Khartoum
Please look
…through the lenses of your machetes
…to see the fears of doctors
…with the fevers of the sick
…in yonder yearning for lonely hospitals
…which have turned battlefields
…but still beg for touches of healings
…and just deaths
Please look
…to see the shivers of the weak
…as they look through the mirrors of horrors
…in your knighting shift
…and prevent your knighthood from turning nightmares
Look to know the heart of the people
…to kill the greed continuum
…brewing in the leading pot
For you’re Kushites
…Kushites from the Kingdom of Kush
Nubian regals!
Let power hold no daggars
…to destroy a fertile ground
…awaiting seeds of development
Eyes of Africa
…are not only meant to flow seas of tears
…which sink boats of efforts
So prove the world wrong
…with a just
…and amicable transition
For a sunny Sudan
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 6, 2019. Edited by Koku Dotse

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

4 replies on “FOR A SUNNY SUDAN”

No one seems to care about the suffering of Sudan Amoafowaa. It is more than half a century since I spent time there. I grieve. Your poem is powerful, espectiall Verse V.

Best regards from Florida.

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